When I was around 11 or 12 I read a dozen of pages of Skizz. Back then my usual reading would consist on thrilling Judge Dredd, Strontium Dog and Robo-Hunter adventures, and it was clear to me, even at such tender age, that Skizz was something rather different. I was habituated to having one protagonist –Judge Dredd, Johnny Alpha or Sam Slade– and a supporting cast. In Skizz, however, everyone seemed to play a main role and it was hard to locate one character with more prominence than the others.

Of course, I had no idea who Alan Moore was and, surely, I would never spend my time reading the credits to find out who were the authors behind the stories I was so fond of. But there was something about those Skizz pages that made me read them over and over again. I often felt as if I were spying on this people. And at times I even felt strangely uncomfortable witnessing the private lives and thoughts of these men and women. Certainly, over the years I have embraced this voyeuristic aspect of human nature, and I no longer recoil from it. Spying on others, whether on real life or fiction, can be a consistent source of pleasure. It took me over a decade to find the missing chapters, to put them together, and enjoy Skizz as it was meant to be enjoyed: as a 100 page graphic novel. And, again, I experienced that feeling of proximity, which is only fitting for a story that deals with ‘close encounters’ of the alien type. Everything begins when a spaceship accidentally crashes on the outsides of Birmingham. “He stopped the plasmotors dead. He polarized all his gravity buffers. He recited five of the nine sacred equations. He was still going far too fast when he hit the atmosphere of the blue planet”. Barely surviving the crash, Zhcchz realizes that he’s in a ‘forbidden’ planet, labeled as dangerous due to its primitive inhabitants.Zhcchz expedition through the streets of Birmingham is fascinating. The first chapter is told from the point of view of the alien, and we see him suffering with Earth’s gravity, stumbling as he tries to walk over the pavement, witnessing with horror and revulsion the factories, those “strange, deformed buildings, the giant alien structures that reek of poison. What can they be like, he wonders, the creatures that built these horrifying monuments?”. And as he gets closer to the busiest avenue, at last, he sees them –he sees us– and, concealed in the shadows of the night, he assesses if these hominids represent a threat or not. And that’s when he sees two drunk guys hitting each other. The very concept of trying to hurt someone else with a limb –an arm and a fist, in this case– is unimaginable to Zhcchz and so he understands that the levels of primitivism surpass even his more pessimistic assumptions.

And Zhcchz keeps on moving, until he finds a secluded place in the suburbs when he hides, fearing for his life. He’s lucky, though, because there he meets a young girl named Roxy. But this isn’t E.T. the Extra-Terres-trial, this a darker tale of British sensi-bilities and an example of how the concept of other-worldly presences can help us define, or redefine, the place we live in. And this isn’t a kind city, nor a kind country, the United Kingdom is ruled by Margaret Thatcher, and hordes of unemployed people vomit their frustrations in the alleys of Birmingham. The punk movement, the motorcyclists, the hooligans, it’s all there, and it’s all combined with the innocence of a girl that takes care of an alien. She can’t even feed him properly, as Zhcchz keeps throwing up everything he’s ingested, but still she tries to help him.As the story progresses new characters appear, such as Loz –a smart young man that can’t find a job but that can surely find a solution to the strangest problems– and Cornelius –an unemployed workman, bitter and frustrated, who stays silent most of the time, except when he says he still has his pride–. Of course, the British government knows that an unknown flying object landed on Birmingham, and the investigation soon brings them to Roxy’s doorstep. They immediately capture Zhcchz and take him to a military facility. This is the first extraterrestrial humans have seen, but unlike Roxy, Loz and Cornelius, the government is convinced that Zhcchz plans on invading the Earth. The only thing the little alien wants is to return to his homeworld, but instead he’s brutally questioned about intergalactic weapons and conquering plans. As a highly intelligent creature, Zhcchz learns English in a matter of days but he cannot convey a simple message to his captors: “when technology has reached a certain level weapons are redundant”. This alien species has such an advanced technology that they can disintegrate suns. Obviously, the human concept of war is something as alien to Zhcchz as is his technology to humans. Eventually, Roxy, Loz and Cornelius come up with a brilliant plan to rescue Zhcchz –to whom they have affectionately nicknamed Skizz– and they succeed. As they escape, Alan Moore takes us inside the heads of every character: Roxy, her father and her mother, the military authorities, Loz and Cornelius; this particular narrative device captured my attention over a decade ago.

Skizz & Roxy

To create a distraction, Loz abandons Roxy and Cornelius, and he visits the areas he’s most familiar with: those zones inhabited by the poor and the unem-ployed; and he rallies them, and sends them in motor-cycles and buses to blockade the advance of the army vehicles. In many ways, they’re also aliens to a government that cares very little about their wellbeing. When Roxy talks to Skizz, she explains her that people can help him get back to his world. That he can be sent on a space rocket, after all, humankind has reached the moon. And that’s when Skizz loses all hope. The distance between his planet and Earth is almost infinite, and getting as far as the moon is a truly insignificant feat for him. He understands that there is no point in trying to escape from the soldiers, but he still follows Roxy’s lead, not because he thinks he’ll be saved but because he wants to repay her kindness. The punks, the motorcyclists, the hooligans and the unemployed men fight against the soldiers. But in the Thatcher era, soldiers and police officers are experts in crushing civil movements and manifestations. All the hundreds of outcasts from Birmingham are doomed to lose the battle. In the final moment, Cornelius, the silent man, breaks his silence and shouts. They’ve taken his job, his rights, his social benefits, but they haven’t taken his pride. Unarmed, Cornelius, Roxy and the fragile alien try to fight for their lives.Jim Baikie provides an amazing depiction of poverty and urban misery. His characters have no glamour and no sophistication, and yet, they exude a certain nobility, a strength that comes from some unknown region of the heart. Baikie’s lines scratch the surface of the paper, creating a sensation of untidiness, of spontaneity, and his dark inks add the necessary touch of melancholy. Together, Moore and Baikie create an evocative and meaningful tale about first encounters, a cruel reality and the mechanisms of alienation. Originally serialized in 2000AD in 1983, there have been many collected editions. If you can find one, hop in, you may feel slightly estranged at first, but then you’ll see it’s worth the ride. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Cuando tenía 11 o 12 años, leí una docena de páginas de "Skizz". En ese entonces, mis lecturas habituales consistían en las emocionantes aventuras de Judge Dredd, Strontium Dog y Robo-Hunter, y para mí era claro, incluso a tan tierna edad, que Skizz era algo bastante diferente. Estaba acostumbrado a tener un protagonista –Juez Dredd, Johnny Alpha o Sam Slade– y personajes secundarios. En Skizz, sin embargo, todos parecían desempeñar un papel principal y era difícil ubicar a un personaje con mayor prominencia que los otros.

Feeding an alien is not an easy task / Alimentar a un alienígena no es tarea fácil

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